“Well, there’s no hair down there, but carry on…” she giggled, opening her legs for me.
“Mmmmmhh…”
“Sí, eat my pussy, baby…”
I love the taste of my wife’s pussy. Initially, there’s only a subtle taste of the female sex, but then, as she gets more and more excited, slippery, slightly thicker fluids begin to ooze out of her. Once I tasted her, I licked up and down the sides of her exposed labia, touching her most sensitive parts with my tongue. First one side, then the other… gently strafing by the clitoris on the way. Up and down, up and down… inside, outside…
I kept going until she started squirming more and more violently, then I focused all my attentions on that little lump on top of her opening. She had gotten so sensitive at this point that the slightest touch would send shivers up her spine. She squirmed and moaned, her legs began to tremble and she knew I wasn’t about to drag it out; we both knew that her orgasm was coming and that I wasn’t stopping before it had happened.
My hands were placed underneath her butt cheeks, enabling me to hold her in place under me while I buried my mouth in her pussy. Once she started moaning at a higher pitch, I knew that she was past the point of no return and was rapidly moving towards her climax. Her legs went from trembling to all-out shaking, and she squealed so loudly that even the pillow she used to cover her mouth couldn’t block out the noise. Then, as soon as she had let out that orgasmic moan, I pounced on her.
I threw myself on top of her and buried myself deep. I lifted her legs up and bent them back so that they went over my shoulders. She groaned as I bottomed out in her, but I knew she liked it. She enjoyed being the object of my desires, and she really enjoyed it when I let loose and just took what I wanted, using her for my pleasure. It was confirmation that I found her irresistible – which I did. I couldn’t help myself, I just had to pound that wet pussy while my wife let out a series of little moans in response to my thrusts.
I strengthened my grip on my lover’s juicy ass and pulled her up towards me, fucking her harder and harder until I felt myself nearing orgasm. I growled loudly and shoved my cock all the way in as I came, enjoying her little moans of appreciation. This was the way it was supposed to be. This was the woman I was supposed to have sex with, not that… other one. My wife and I collapsed on the bed and fell asleep together, holding each other like lovers do.
The next morning, Ava was up early, preparing for work. Alisha slept in, like she did most weekends, so I spent a bit longer in bed too. When I eventually got up, I dragged myself into the shower – in part to wake up, in part to wash off the grime from last night’s activities.
It really had been delightful. Ava and I were a lot more active when we were younger, basically having outrageous sex in every room of the house as soon as we moved in. We were still pretty dirty when we found the chance – it was just that we were so busy these days, and Ava’s job kept her away from home for long periods at a time. When she did come home, it was mostly just to catch some sleep before heading straight back out to the airport.